But You Are Wearing Sweatpants

"Are you changing so we can go to the mall?"

"No, I am going through my clothes and getting rid of the ones I don't want anymore."

"But aren't we going to the mall?"

"Yah, in a little bit."

"But you are wearing sweatpants!"

"So?"

"You are going to wear them to the mall?!"

You would have thought going to the mall in sweatpants was the worst thing I could possibly do. There was a time in my life where I wouldn't be caught dead outside of the house in sweatpants, with my hair not done or my makeup not done. The summer before I went into seventh grade, I went to the ball park with my friend to watch her brother play baseball. I was wearing gray sweatpants and didn't look too cute. Who did we see that day? The boy I was madly in love with, of course!! I vowed from that day on that I would never leave the house unless I was completely done up. I did that for a very long time. Then I had a baby and said, "Screw it!". It's okay to wear comfortable clothes and throw your hair in a pony. So I guess I have grown up a little bit. However, I still to this day will not leave the house without mascara and lip gloss on.

Even after Jessi gave me grief over what I was wearing, she still went through the clothes I was getting rid of and took some for herself.

Anyone??

Anyone know where I can get velcro sheets and toddler pajamas?!?!

So Supposedly...

Today was suppose to be the "first day of the rest of my life". I woke up, showered and got dressed and decided that I wasn't happy with who was looking back at me in the mirror. I was viewing today as my New Year's Day. I was going to start eating better and exercising to lose the rest of my baby weight, have more patience, be a better mom, wife and person in general. Today was going to be a good day. I had a positive outlook and things were going well...for like five minutes. All sorts of things happened at the restaurant; broken equipment, lack of inventory, sitting in the back of the store with no air conditioner with two crying babies, etc. All the issues at Charley's and all the events of the past week put me over the edge. I had a small emotional breakdown and felt a little better when I was done. This past week has been insane. There has been something going on every day this past week. It also seemed that every day there were fifty billion people at my house. There was usually just the normal amount of kids and friends but for some reason, it just seemed so much more. We had Emma's blessing on Sunday and I had to clean the house for the brunch we had following the blessing. Then after everyone left the brunch, I had to clean again. Since then, I have just been going and going. All I want to do is go to sleep and not wake up for 48 hours.
So after we dealt with the issues at the store, we went to Ikea and bought Christian a bed. (Just a minute while I bawl my eyes out please.) No more crib for my little boy. Marcus will put it together tomorrow and move the crib out of Christian's room. My baby boy is no longer a baby. No more easy nap times or bedtimes. No more just putting him in his bed and being able to leave the room and not have to worry about him staying in bed. No more letting him play in his bed at 7 am when I don't want to get up with him yet. Then as we were leaving Ikea, I had to take the head support thinger out of Emma's car seat; she no longer needs it. She is getting big which really sucks.
We are redoing Jessi and Taylor's bedrooms and getting Emma a room. I thought this would be fun, but it is so not. Trying to let decorate it the way they want and us not hating it is difficult. Also, I have decided I am not normal. I have no idea what I want to do with Emma's nursery. Most moms would have had the nursery planned from the minute they found out they were pregnant. I knew Emma would not have a room at first, so I gave it no thought. Her getting a room is happening much quicker then I had anticipated and I have no ideas for it.
We also are dealing with people being idiots and not getting back with us after a month or so of us waiting. I am learning that when it comes to running your own business, some people stop at nothing to get ahead. Why can't we all just get along?!
So on our way from Ikea I thought, "the first day of the rest of the my life SUCKS!" I had a Chili Cheese Dog and Dr Pepper for dinner since today was obviously not the day to start "Operation: New Monica." Maybe tomorrow can be the first day....

But here are cute pictures of Emma on her Blessing Day. (I figured I needed something good in this post.)

Annual Picnic in the Park

Every year our adoption agency does a Picnic in the Park for all the families who have adopted through them. This year it was held in Kaysville at a really fun park. We all went and had a lot of fun.

Christian had his first pony ride. At first, he would only look and want to go near the horse. Then he would go a little closer..but not too close. Then when I tried to put him on the pony, he freaked. When Marcus tried, Christian at least got on the pony for a minute.



He also got his first bee sting. We think it was actually a hornet or a wasp because the little bugger got him twice.



The three kids got their face/arms painted. I didn't think Christian would sit still long enough to get painted, but I think he was still recovering from the sting. Christian got a snake, Taylor got flowers and Jessi got a skull. (of course)





Marcus took most of the pictures (My little photographer) but when he wasn't behind the camera, he was making Emma talk or chasing Christian.






Emma slept most of the time. I'm sure she had a good time when she was awake though.



I ate..of course. It's one of my many talents.



Jessi sat around and complained about all the "little kids". She likes to pretend she is all grown up, but when it comes down to it, she likes to play and have fun like "little kids".



Taylor threw a water balloon at Christian. Christian wasn't upset when he got all wet. He just looked down and said,"I need a paper towel." Taylor played with Christian during the games and relay races. They both had a lot of fun.



Christian can never pass up a chance to play dress up. He didn't care about the game, he just wanted the cool threads!



Christian also made a new friend. Her name is Zia. Isn't she adorable?!



I really enjoy going to the picnics. It is one of the few places I can go and completely let my guard down of people staring or making comments about our mixed family. The little kids are so stinking adorable...it makes me want twelve more!!!

Christian Year 1

After about 18 months of waiting, we finally received pictures from Christian's first year.